You held out Your arms, I walked away
Insolent, I spurned Your face
Squandering the gifts You gave to me
And holding close forbidden things
Destitute, a rebel still, a fool in all my pride
The world I once enjoyed is death to me
No joy, no hope, no life
Where now are the friends that I had bought
You held out Your arms, I see them still
You never left, You never will
Running to embrace me, now I know
Your cords of love will always hold
Mercy?s robe, a ring of grace, such favor undeserved
You sing over me and celebrate
The rebel now Your child